Laelia had stopped off at the local grocery store to pick up a few bits of food for tonight only, as she was having dinner with Joan and the Sexy Doctor tomorrow she didn’t need much more in the way of food, she had cereals etc. at the apartment already.
While she was standing in line for the cash register her mind drifted back to the morning's events. She was no longer angry at the doctor since she had thought about the whole situation and remembered in her haze that Joan had brought in the files once the consultation had already started so he likely had never even seen her file before the appointment and that would actually explain a lot. I wonder what he thought when he asked me who my baby’s father was.
That doctor was going to be trouble with a capital T, Auntie Joan had the most mischievous nature she had ever come across but also the softest heart and she had already looked as if she was planning something, now I just have to figure out what it is.
She put her hand on her not there yet baby bump, already dreaming of having a rounded tummy and feeling the butterflies of being pregnant. This baby was going to be her everything, she had waited and prayed and cried so many nights and days over the last 3 years for this little miracle. And no one was going to ruin it for her.
Auntie Joan had mentioned that the doctor was staying in a shoddy little inn because his house was apparently not finished yet; she also said he had to eat fast food all the time, that mustn’t sit well with him especially since he looked like he worked out, from what she could see from his physique. Oh! I really need to snap out of thinking about him constantly, I met the man once and he made me so angry but then again I think I know the reason for his behaviour so I suppose I have to forgive him.
Driving home she caught herself more than once thinking about the handsome new doctor with the blue eyes. I wonder if he is single or if he is married and if he is married or attached in some way if she or possibly he is coming to South Africa, this thought saddened her because she vehemently wished for him to be unattached. Oh! Get a grip Laelia she told herself loudly. The man can’t be single he is just too gorgeous. And there I go again. Shaking her head she pulled into her apartment building’s underground parking.
It’s a good thing that I took the weekend off and asked Jeremy to stand in for me, I don’t know how I could do surgery with my mind constantly zoning out like it is. Hormones are seriously something else. She thought silently to herself.
Getting out of her car she made sure to press the button for the gate to close before heading for the lift, she had become slightly forgetful these past 2 weeks just another symptom they say of being pregnant. She felt her lips tilt up.
Pressing the button for the top floor she leaned back against the inside of the lift and speculated about what the doctor was up to right now, she suddenly laughed out loud and blushed at no one but herself, oh! The naughty thoughts kept creeping in today.
What was it with this man that she couldn’t get him out of her head, he invaded her thoughts made her blush because of what she was thinking and generally just made her hot under the collar.
Pregnancy was far more complicated than she had thought, other than the morning sickness and big round tummy she will eventually have she was now in a constant state of arousal and now it was all focussed on Dr Papadopoulos. It didn’t help that he was probably the most attractive individual she had ever met.
Unlocking the door to her penthouse apartment, she picked up her shopping bags and walked into the open plan space, flicking on the light, soft music started to play she loved the centralized control that was programmed to her preferences. Soft instrumental music accompanied her all the way into the kitchen the sound travelling to each space she occupied and stopping in the spaces she vacated like a little bird following her from room to room to sing in her ear.
She made quick work of packing away the groceries and taking out a skillet and a plate as well as some cutlery, I’m pregnant so definitely no wine for the foreseeable future so mineral water and a nice rooibos tea with a dash of lemon will do just fine. Speaking out loud she smiled at how much she enjoyed a simple cup of tea especially when there was such a wonderful reason to not drink alcohol.
Chopping onions and garlic then add some coconut oil to the skillet she made quick work of frying them before she added the chicken strips and spices, a dash of herbs and a sprinkle of salt and she was done with her stir-fried chicken now just to add a couple of julienne veggies and wait ten minutes, she walked back to the lounge and the music followed her till she touched the i-pad on the side of the couch and the music stopped the television flickered to life and started playing a movie she had previously programmed for recording when she turned back to the kitchen to dish her food the television auto paused and patiently waited for her return.
Ah! This is nice, so comfortable a delicious meal not that it was anything like Auntie Joan could make but it would do, a movie and a baby to look forward to, just then his blue eyes flashed into her mind, yes and a super handsome man to fantasize over, there was absolutely nothing wrong with fantasizing and oh! Did she have some wild ones about a certain doctor? Oh My!
I can’t wait for tomorrow if only to see him again, him and Malva pudding in the same sentence to die for! I hope he accepted Auntie Joan’s offer of dinner, it would be lovely to see him again, maybe I could pretend to be angry still just to see his attractive face sweat delicious salty droplets. She was thinking all this and much more in her daydreams about Dr Papadopoulos.
I wonder what his name is, I didn’t even get a chance to ask I was too irrational and I still don’t know why other than to blame it on my hormones. She said silently contemplating a course of action for when she met the hot doctor again.
I didn’t hear much of an accent while he was speaking, but I’m sure Auntie Joan mentioned he was from Greece, I always thought that Greeks being Mediterranean had dark hair and eyes he was definitely tan enough with his bronzed sun-kissed skin utterly lickable, oh! And there I go again.
Why are you in my thoughts Mr why can’t I just flick a switch and tune you out as I’ve done with every other man in the last 3 years since Paul's passing? I don’t need a man in my life; I don’t want you in my head, even as she told herself all of this she was once again dreaming about his blue eyes.
Switching off the television and gathering up her dishes she headed for the kitchen the instrumental music having started up by itself the second the television went off, placing the dishes in the dishwasher and washing her hands in the basin she made a point of shaking all thoughts of Dr Handsome from her brain.
Not happening she assured herself.
Laelia headed for her bedroom, grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom, she turned on the shower and it was instantly steaming in the gorgeously tiled space the rainwater shower she had installed when she moved in 7 years ago was the absolute best way to relax.
Steam rising all around her she rubbed soap all over her body, her thoughts drifted and she realised how aroused she was at the thoughts in her head, Dr handsome had made another onslaught to her mind when she least expected him, under the dripping water she was getting hot, hotter than what the water was and her hand drifted to that secret place that had lain dormant for so long, hmm she mumbled softly touching her-self, Oh! What is this man doing to me I can’t help myself, sliding her fingers home she felt exhilaration the like she had never felt before, if this is how I feel touching myself thinking of him what would happen if it was his hands on me, touching me, tasting me, Aah! Seeing stars she had a brutal orgasm leaning against the shower wall letting her legs gain some strength again that was amazing! Feeling suddenly embarrassed at her own eroticism she rinsed herself off and stepped out onto the plush white mat that folded around her feet.
Drying herself briskly she grabbed some Shea butter body lotion and soothed her heated body by rubbing in the fragrant cream, rubbing her palms over her taught nipples she let out a little gasp of pain and pleasure. Hormones must be hormones she assured herself for the umpteenth time, it’s got nothing to do with the man himself just my body reacting to his masculinity. She sternly told herself that she was not in the least attracted to him personally.
Quickly dressing she threw her discarded clothing in the laundry basket, brushed and rinsed her teeth then headed for the bedroom. She flicked on the bedside lamp as she did so the main ceiling lights went out automatically and the music turned quieter as if the apartment was winding down for the night.
Grabbing a novel off the small recessed bookrack above the bed she settled in comfortably for an hour reading before bedtime. She had grabbed a book at random and on the front page there was a gorgeous man and woman in the throes of a passionate kiss. She put the book back on the bookrack grumbling about how she didn’t need more erotic thoughts about certain doctors. Turning off the bedside lamp and rolling onto her side she tried to wrestle him out of her thoughts again, she fell asleep with her hand cupping her belly and a smile on her face.